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carnegie aside, yesterday kinda sucked, but today's been good so far. i personally think i killed my people power politics final, its dead dead dead now. the last question was FUN. we had to write a speech for george w on assimilation, based on a chart we were given that showed that white people make more money than everyone else and immigrants almost always make less than citizens. i wrote the best fucking speech ever. i was basically like "y'all gotta assimilate! be like white people!" i was racist, and offensive, and hilarious. but its not like i didnt answer the question or anything... whatevs, i think i did fine, and thats what fucking matters.
when i got onstage last night at carnegie hall, all my stagefright went away like it always does, but this time it was because i realized it all looked exactly like the audience at graduation when i was in the band onstage for four hours. though this time, i was, out of over 200 people, the closest to the front-and-center of the stage. it went well. and the dinner with the gay men was not only unshady, it was wonderful. they had such interesting lives and stories to tell; i loved them.
so for the rest of this fine day: i must make some progress in the finding-out-how-to-appeal-chris'-case thing, then i must go to hunter to be like "prof green, wtf, you said i could get on the roster for japanese if i did this this and this, and i did it all and youre all like no you cant do that, wtf" then i gotta... um... go home. i guess.
my hardest final is over and now i can (kinda) relaaaaaaaaaax. sorta.
ps. all you stuy kids, i wanna be there on the first day of snow. so like... if you know when/if its gonna happen, tell me, cause i know jack shit about weather.
when i got onstage last night at carnegie hall, all my stagefright went away like it always does, but this time it was because i realized it all looked exactly like the audience at graduation when i was in the band onstage for four hours. though this time, i was, out of over 200 people, the closest to the front-and-center of the stage. it went well. and the dinner with the gay men was not only unshady, it was wonderful. they had such interesting lives and stories to tell; i loved them.
so for the rest of this fine day: i must make some progress in the finding-out-how-to-appeal-chris'-case thing, then i must go to hunter to be like "prof green, wtf, you said i could get on the roster for japanese if i did this this and this, and i did it all and youre all like no you cant do that, wtf" then i gotta... um... go home. i guess.
my hardest final is over and now i can (kinda) relaaaaaaaaaax. sorta.
ps. all you stuy kids, i wanna be there on the first day of snow. so like... if you know when/if its gonna happen, tell me, cause i know jack shit about weather.